Well after having £100 stolen from my Dream Market account, my fentanyl not arriving and the benzos (which I am under strict orders by my drugs psyche, should I run out, I need to go to A&E) order vanishing, I had totally had enough with this hacked to shit iPhone.
Tried two, three complete resets and having loads of photos of some American woman appear on my ‘factory re-set’ back to original Apple phone and a couple of videos of some young black girl in Brixton have popped up.
Discovered Springboard the notorious Apple hacking app. It was hidden.
Went Apple who were surprised at the lack of serial number.
Came home. Phone locked. The password I changed it to wasn’t recognised and neither my thumb print.
It’s still fucked after a second complete restore to brand new. Therefore typing isn’t particularly easy right now.
Also I’m done with their BS. They could have stopped the whispering when I was alone, not stolen from me, let me access Dream Market (haven’t been able to get on for two weeks)
Secondly it’s apparent my phone isn’t the one way they track me. I bet the bags I use all the time, and jacket I wear all the time, have undoubtedly been tagged with their tagging crap too.
So I’m gonna change my jacket and bag as often as possible. Then they have to spend a load more on their ‘let’s drive our daughter to suicide’ crap and as it’s clearly battery operated, waste a lot more time changing it all.
It’s been kinda working, but clearly I’m still being stalked.
I’m doing really well at work. My new manager A** refused to get me to sign another BS report and waited until he saw me working.
I’ve smacked it the last couple of weeks and I’ve been told I’m the one in charge of the project.
Made it clear in front of J** above A** and above J**, I found 11 unclaimed Certs from as far as April. Said ‘J** if these certs aren’t on H***** (database we use), we’ve not claimed for them, have we?’
‘Ummm, I guess not... no’
‘BLAM, I’ve smacked it, just found a pile of them!’
Made £2,500 from unclaimed certificates in one day.
Also found two complete but not uploaded registrations. Yeah, kerching, claiming those two.
And two registration forms on their own from people not working. Gonna back date the rest of their registrations and then, claim their jobs too.
They’re not just scoring the projects, but individual staff members. We weren’t on, coz we're all new. Watch me top that board next month.
I’ve got 4 brand new registrations, two
I don’t need to interactive with at all, two I’m gonna get Job Outcomes from.
I can remember last Friday A** walked out of J**’s office saying loudly ‘nah, J’s smacked it man, she’s running it’
When u found the unclaimed registrations,....
In front of ALL the manager’s, A** shouted ‘Gimme da biggest hi five J!’ I replied ‘You know I’m claiming dat!’
All dis BS about being late (when I have GP and the tube was on a strike / going super slow ting), claiming I hadn’t called or emailed , when I had. Wiped from the report. The not dressing appropriately. Wiped. The moves too much (not my fault office is too small. Made a point when the office was full, if there was a fire, I’d be trapped), wiped. And most scathing at all, ‘can’t manage work load’ Wiped!
The Friday J** wrote that A** came to me, and every candidate he asked about, bar 2 out of 20, I had actions.
We’re so behind, but I’m gonna smash those targets.
So suicide is kinda hard when I’m so intent on proving someone wrong.
And then when I’m smashing it, ill give the fuck up and exit this crap.
Learnt a hard lesson this weekend. After having a good couple of weeks with no tablets, I scrapped by on the few street temazepam and on last Thursday night a zopiclone (which worked surprisingly). Friday I thought some DXM cough syrup would be
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